A spark of celestial fire and a star is born
The grains of the fields grow yellow in its beauty.
It is good.
Let there be love,
and there was love
and it was pleasure.
Time grows old
Time grows old
Time is dead and death is cold
And then there was darkness.
Yet still again
With love foretold
The corpse of life (no longer cold)
And with the age-worn trial of hope.
There was promise.
And then the clouds of darkness came
And there was fear and hate and rain
Misery, plague and death and plight
Yet still there was fire.
The eons and the epochs passed,
The age of love was dead
And there was law.
And in the garden man was tempted
and lost.
Came the Son of Light.
And man destroyed God,
And there was sorrow over
The Wasted Land.
Let there be light
And there was light,
And promise and love
And hope...
Yet the sun was old and tired,
And there was death.